When I went to open the door for Tori, she shook her head and motioned for me to close the door. "I'll be right up; give me a minute." She'd said, giving me a forced grin. I did as she asked and closed the door and leaned against it. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but she was using one-word answers, which told me it was her Mother. She must have called to check to see if Tori had received the package she'd received. I check the time on my apple watch and see that it was 10:30 am. It didn't matter too much what time we got into the Cafe. It was, after all, a place dedicated to the notion of brunch. I hear a tapping sound and glance back to the car to find I was trapping Tori in the car by choosing to lean on the door. "Oops, sorry, babe," I say, pushing off. Tori opens the door an
